There is something so nostalgic about bikes especially when we see a bike like the first one we had. I had the cool purple one with the white shinny banana seat and basket. This museum had plenty of bikes with banana seats. I can remember when I first learned how to ride and there is something about the bonding experience if you learned with a parent. Likewise, I remember how excited I was when my son after careening back in forth finally, took off all on his own. Maybe that is why this museum brought a smile to my face.